The Fic Without a Title

I sniffed a little, sighing as I pulled out the lasagna. Frank had actually been so sweet, standing up for me like that. I didn’t think he knew how to be nice… It seems I was mistaken. I pulled my oven mitts off, setting them aside as I served Frank and I each a piece of lasagna. I picked up the plates and brought them out to the table, seating Frank directly across from me. Glasses of blood had already been set out, as I had allowed Frank to choose his favourite type.

“So…” I cleared my throat awkwardly. “Um, I hope you enjoy it. And, er... thanks for defending me.” I looked down, shuffling my feet. “I’ve never had someone stick up for me before, except for Mikey. But he’s my brother, so it doesn’t count.” I took a bite of my lasagna, chewing quietly.

“It was no problem, really.” Frank gave me a reassuring smile. “I’m happy to defend you. It wasn’t fair that he was coming on to you like that, believing you were the one who had to apologize. You told him not to, ah, do that before dinner, and he didn’t listen. The consequences are his own fault.”

“Still.” I sighed, poking at the pasta on my plate. “I could’ve been nicer. I just don’t know how to handle him anymore… We used to be best friends, and now it’s like I barely know him. He used to always be there for me. Now he never is.” My eyes drifted sadly to my lap. I picked at the meal in front of me again, not really eating.

Frank frowned sympathetically. “That can’t be true. He’s your brother, he loves you. He would never abandon you.”

“Well he did.” I muttered, looking away. “He only cares about his precious Pete now. And I’ve lost the only friend I’ve ever had.”

The Dom didn’t seem to know how to respond to that, his mouth opening and closing a couple of times without sound.

“Nevermind. Just, let’s talk about something else, okay?”

Frank bit his lip. “You know that I’m your friend, right? I mean, I’d love to be something more, but given your reaction this morning I’d say you don’t. Not yet, anyways. I have every intention to make you mine, no matter what. But, for you, I’ll hold off a bit.”

I looked at him warily, tensing up a little. I didn’t like Doms deciding I was their property, especially without even bothering to ask me first. After a long moment I muttered, “Good luck with that.” Standing, I grabbed our plates and brought them back to the kitchen, dumping my portion and rinsing off the dishes. I wasn’t sure what to think about Frank’s statement. I wouldn’t deny he was attractive, but I barely knew him. How could he expect me to just love him?

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